Nadette Lawson can sense falsehoods better than a polygraph. Every night for the past two years, the Balasura have been visiting her dreams and trying to deceive her into entering their world, but Nadette has seen through their lies. Now they’re tired of waiting and will do whatever it takes to obtain her. Searching for refuge, Nadette runs into Julian Teagan, a master of deception who, unbeknownst to Nadette, has been sent on a mission to save her. But how can he earn her trust when their whole relationship is rooted in lies?

Insidious meets Charmed in the second installment of Erica Cameron’s Dream War Saga. Through its two new narrators, Deadly Sweet Lies reveals that winning the battle is a far cry from winning the war. The danger is not over. It has hardly even begun.

Excerpt

Pheodora said she wasn’t sure how our abilities would interact with each other, but I never really believed I’d be able to fool a girl who can hear lies. Trying to hide my nervousness, I do as she asks. “Gravity doesn’t exist and the moon is made of whipped cream.”

Her lips twitch into a smile for a second, but that smile barely lasts a breath before she’s standing up and grabbing my hands, pulling me off the chair.

Synopsis: When Savannah Gregory blows out her knee – and her shot at a gymnastics scholarship – she decides she’s done with the sport forever. Without gymnastics, she has more time for her best friend, Cassie. She’s content to let her fun, impulsive best friend plan a memorable senior year.

That is, until Cassie tries to kill herself.

Savannah wants to understand what happened, but Cassie refuses to talk about it and for the first time, Savannah has to find her own way. The only person she can turn to is Marcos, the boy who saved Cassie’s life. Being with him makes her see who she could be and what she really wants: gymnastics.

But Cassie doesn’t approve of Marcos or of Savannah going back to gymnastics, and the tighter she tries to hold on to Savannah, the farther it pulls them apart. Without Cassie to call the shots, Savannah discovers how capable she is on her own – and that maybe her best friend’s been holding her back all along.

The October sunshine glints off of the Department of Motor Vehicles’ door as my father holds it open, like he’s ushering me into a debutante ball. I breeze past him to join the line of would-be drivers. The girl in front of me whimpers.

Amateur. I’ve taken this test six times. There’s no point in showing fear. Continue reading →